Chapter 898： Ending

After all, his prairie cavalry is not iron.

The soldiers who have not eaten for several days in a row have reached the limit one by one.

At the same time, due to the previous pursuit, their arrows have already been exhausted.

Nowadays, facing the long-range attacks of this group of prairie people, they are really difficult to counterattack.

Fortunately, they are riding a good horse.

The horse and the man are different.

Horses only need to eat grass to fill their stomachs.

Although the soldiers are hungry, the horses are basically not affected too much.

The speed of running wild is still amazing. In the blink of an eye, the grassland cavalry who waved their weapons madly rushed into the camp of the grassland tribe.

All the way to the rampage, directly hit several grassland people.

Then it is brought closer to the distance.

The grassland cavalry who wielded the sharp blade directly played the advantage of their weaponry.

After paying more than a dozen soldiers for casualties.

The grassland people who dared to resist were killed in a short time.

Afterwards, considering the survival of the mouth, they will reveal the possibility of their whereabouts.

Siqin directly issued the killing order.

The screams echoed wildly throughout the camp.

During this time, they have been suppressed for too long.

At this moment, this killing has become their vent.

They all rushed into the camp with a long knife that was blood-stained.

Then, in the eyes of them, whether it is the elderly, women, or children, all will be killed!

The rich **** smell is permeated in the camp.

This grassland cavalry, at this time, seems to have become a magical red eye.

But no one noticed that in a corner of the camp, a thin figure was slowly approaching Siqin standing in the middle of the camp.

Compared with this camp where the screams are endless, the figure is too quiet.

He slowly approached up like that.

By the time he got close to a certain distance, the seemingly thin figure was bursting with amazing power.

With two steps, I jumped up.

The straw rope clasped in the hand, while he jumped up, directly placed on the neck of Siqin!

It’s too late, it’s fast.

The straw rope began to frantically tighten in the moment of covering Si Qin’s neck.

This is completely out of his unexpected situation, so that Siqin has no time to react.

The rough straw rope quickly entered the flesh of his neck.

It made him pale and almost no **** face suddenly rising blood red!

That is the straw rope that Amu used to bind firewood.

Very old, but very solid.

At this time, it became the best weapon to take away the life of the king of the Chaer Khan Prairie!

The strong sense of suffocation continually swept over, leaving him with no sound at all.

The body fell heavily on the ground.

The impact of falling to the ground did not let Amu let go, but instead made his hands pulling the rope more hard.

Siqin's hands clasped the straw rope on his neck and tried to pull it apart so that he could breathe a fresh air.

However, the cruel reality made him clearly aware that he was no match for the one that was tightening the straw.

A mouth-opening boss, trying to breathe desperately, but can't breathe in the air.

Instead, his entire face began to glow purple and his brain was blank.

He tried to resist, but became weaker because of the state of hypoxia.

Vitality begins to go crazy.

Finally, one hand fell weakly on both sides of the body.

I am afraid that at the last moment of my life, Siqin did not expect that he would die in such a place.

And killing him is not conquering the king.

Nor is it a big tribal leader with a name.

It’s a little devil who doesn’t even have a formal name...

This way of ending is really incomprehensible.

Among the chaotic camps, the grassland cavalry did not seem to notice the bodies of their kings in the first place.

Each one is immersed in the almost crazy killing.

Until the Cyclops of all the people in a camp had just been killed and walked out from the inside.

The line of sight swept the one-eyed dragon cloth in the center of the camp, and when he looked at Siqin who was there, he suddenly changed his face.

"Great King!!"

In the exclamation, the one-eyed dragon cloth and quickly rushed to the front of Si Qin's body.

Just barely reached out, but at this moment, the motionless body suddenly opened!

The one-eyed dragon cloth and I did not expect that, under the corpse, there is still a prairie man!

At this moment, Amu’s hand is the sword of Siqin.

The sharp bronze sword stabbed straight toward the one-eyed dragon cloth and the heart!

In the face of such a sudden attack, he is a member of the team, and the ability to respond is undoubtedly still catching up.

The first time I grabbed the sword at hand, I just wanted to raise the knife, but the movement on my hand was slow.

A sharp bronze sword stabbed his heart!

A completely deadly blow made the vitality of the one-eyed dragon cloth begin to flow quickly.

At the end of his death, he seemed to see Batel, who was covered in blood and was pierced by a dozen rifles.

"Ha ha ha..."

"Bartell, is your ghost retaliating against me?"

This is the last thought of the one-eyed dragon cloth and the mind before death.

His hands were kicked by the opponent's horse in the battle with Battle.

Broken very thoroughly!

In this era, that level of injury is tantamount to a lifelong disability.

The one-eyed dragon cloth and the arms, although eventually picked up, but can never recover the original flexibility.

As a result, the combat power has also dropped significantly.

The same was true just now. His consciousness and reaction kept up, but his hand could never keep up...

Even killing two people, Amu looked at the bronze sword from the one-eyed dragon cloth and the heart.

Then walk towards the next camp.

On this side, the rich **** smell that drifts away from the wind constantly stimulates the sense of smell of the wolf cavalry.

Li Wei, riding on the back of the giant wolf, pointed quickly in one direction...

"Your Majesty, in that direction, there is a strong **** smell coming over."

Luo Zhi nodded when he heard this.

"Go, go see!"

When Luo Ji brought the soldiers to arrive ~www.novelhall.com~ The battle here is obviously over.

Under the support of the guards, slowly walked into the Luo of this tribal camp, and the sight finally fell to a child lying in the center of the camp.

There was a sword in front of his eyes, a bronze sword covered with blood!

At the same time, there are still many familiar faces around the child.

For example, Siqin.

Another example is the one-eyed dragon cloth and...

The sight in front of us is really beyond the expectations of Luo.

At the same time, the soldiers who went to the camp to confirm the situation also rushed back.

"Your Majesty, the people in this camp are all dead."

Upon hearing this, Luo’s line of sight fell on the child again.

"You killed?"

In this regard, the child did not have much reaction, and the empty eyes like the dead fell on Luo.

Then, the lips opened slightly, and with a pronounced hoarse voice, they got into the ears of Luo.

"Just kill me."

In the face of this child’s request, Luo’s mood suddenly became a little subtle...

"If you just want to die, then the sword in front of you should be sharp enough, you can break yourself, but if you just want a reason to live, then..."

"I see you pleasing to the eye, pick up your sword, fight for me!"